This is a song about "I f ked yo mama"

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

But mama, why am i so special?

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Is written in our souls, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya